So my husband’s dad recently passed away. He seems to be holding up well and many have sent their best wishes and prayers. We appreciate it, believe me we do. Funny thing is even though everyone is doing incredibly well grief has a its unique way of presenting itself to each individual.
My husband grieved prior as my father in law’s health declined. It’s almost as if the final event was the last show and the previous months were simply a dress rehearsal. My kids are doing well but I’m sure the funeral will be when things really hit home for them. Me on the other hand…I’m doing great until I’m not. I’m sure some of it has to do with my season of life (hello to all you who know what I’m talking about!)
Anyway, here is my list of why grief is dumb (tongue in cheek people)
- Nobody knows what your grief process will be like – not even you
- It doesn’t show on the outside and because of that everyone assumes you are perfectly fine
- You have to do your regular stuff when you don’t feel like it – that pretty much applies to just about everything though doesn’t it?
- It comes at odd moments, at least for me it does.
- Kinda the same thing as 4 but you never really can tell when you are “done”
Time really does heal
God is our comforter He’s available any time and at all times.
It brings those who grieve closer. Sometimes it takes a tragedy to gain a miracle
To Everything There is a Season
1To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes Chapter 3